25: Chapter 25: Black Market for dicinal Herbs 25: Chapter 25: Black Market for dicinal Herbs Inside the training facility.
Lin Zhonghu was stunned for a long while before he asked, “Dongjian, is Chenfeng really that monstrous?
Now I really doubt whether he is actually your nephew.
Why are you so timid?
It’s truly baffling.”
“What are you saying?
You aren’t…
Hahaha—” Ye Dongjian turned around and began speaking to Lin Zhonghu, but as soon as he saw the bruising around Lin Zhonghu’s eyes, he burst into laughter.
“What’s so funny?
Did getting hit make you stupid?
Hahaha—” Lin Zhonghu looked up and saw that Ye Dongjian also had bruises around his eyes and couldn’t help but burst into laughter as well.
“What are you laughing at?” Both n spoke at once, a sense of foreboding rising within them.
They quickly stood in front of the mirror in the training facility, and two “national treasure pandas” imdiately appeared in their reflection.
“That little rascal Chenfeng, doesn’t he know how to hold back his punches anymore?
Why does he always aim for the eyes?” Ye Dongjian cursed, annoyed.
He was the shooting instructor of the prestigious Strong Soldier Training Camp; how could he show his face in public now?
“Dammit, this is intolerable.
Next ti I must fight Ye Chenfeng for three hundred rounds.
I, Lin Zhonghu, refuse to believe I can’t beat him,” Lin Zhonghu’s temper was comparable to Ye Dongjian’s, equally explosive.
At this mont, Ye Chenfeng was already sauntering out of the Strong Soldier Training Camp.
Due to the strict prohibition of unauthorized persons around the camp, it took Ye Chenfeng a long ti to find a taxi.
Checking the ti, it was only three in the afternoon.
Ye Chenfeng went straight to Tianhai’s black market for dicinal materials, a place he had known about since his university days in Tianhai three years ago.
Within the black market, one could find a variety of precious and bizarre dicinal materials, so of which even regular stores did not carry.
Ye Chenfeng wanted to enhance his strength by soaking in dicinal elixirs, but many of the ingredients from five hundred years later were not yet discovered in this era.
Thus, he could only try his luck at the black market and, failing that, he would have to venture into the deep mountains and forests on his own.
The ingredients he needed might just be considered weeds by others in this era, or might not even exist.
If it was the forr, it would be sowhat manageable; but if it was the latter, then Ye Chenfeng would be out of luck.
If the dicinal materials he needed did not exist in this era from five hundred years ago, then he would only be able to slowly improve his strength through training.
The black market for dicinal materials was located in an abandoned factory.
Ye Chenfeng got out of the taxi and casually walked inside.
As he stepped in, he was imdiately greeted by a dense aroma of dicinal herbs.
In his past life, Ye Chenfeng was quite knowledgeable in the dical field, even able to identify dicinal materials just by their scent.
The abandoned factory was enormous, with large and small stalls set up throughout.
The distance between each stall was about three to four ters, and the foot traffic of buyers wasn’t overly busy, indicating that the black market was still doing quite well.
After all, many of the dicinal materials here were rare and often unavailable elsewhere, like Thousand-Year Ginseng, Thousand-Year Ganoderma, Tianshan Snow Lotus, and so on.
Of course, there were also plenty of fakes, so one had to be well-versed in identifying dicinal herbs when shopping here to avoid being duped.
Ye Chenfeng glanced over the various stalls, shaking his head continuously.
He noticed that many of the precious dicinal materials offered were fakes, and if an unsuspecting buyer were interested, the vendor would charge even more than the real thing.
Once a deal was made in the black market, there was no option for a refund, or else soone would be there to teach you a lesson.
It’s said that a powerful force backed Tianhai’s black market for dicinal materials; otherwise, it would have been shut down by the police long ago.
Securing a stall here cost an exorbitant annual rent.
Having checked half of the stalls in the black market, Ye Chenfeng hadn’t found the dicinal herbs he needed and couldn’t help feeling a wave of disappointnt, realizing that finding the herbs he needed would be quite difficult.
“Young brother, do you need a Thousand-Year Ganoderma?
The Thousand-Year Ganoderma here is guaranteed to be genuine,” a voice pitching sales reached Ye Chenfeng’s ears as he was deep in thought.
Ye Chenfeng looked up and saw the middle-aged stall owner in front of him smiling at him!
There was an indescribable enthusiasm in that smile.
Ye Chenfeng casually glanced at the Thousand-Year Ganoderma displayed on the stall and squatted down to carefully examine the Thousand-Year Ganoderma he picked up.
Seeing Ye Chenfeng’s interest, the middle-aged man pressed on, “Young brother, what I have here is absolutely the authentic Thousand-Year Ganoderma, with a money-back guarantee if fake.
If you want to buy it, I can give you a little discount, as you are my first custor of the day.”
After observing the so-called Thousand-Year Ganoderma for a mont, Ye Chenfeng frowned and shook his head.
It was clearly synthetic, but much more realistic than what he had seen at other stalls.
Even an expert could be deceived occasionally, mistaking the Thousand-Year Ganoderma at this stall for the real thing.
“How about it?
Young brother, Thousand-Year Ganoderma is a health-care treasure.
If you miss this chance, there won’t be another shop like this one,” the middle-aged man eagerly marketed.
Ye Chenfeng gave a playful smile at the corner of his mouth and said, “You might be able to deceive children, but this is clearly a fake, although the synthetic one does look rather convincing.”
As soon as Ye Chenfeng said this, the three or four custors who had stopped by the stall imdiately got up and left, turning the middle-aged man’s face extrely ugly.
He spoke in a low voice, “Young brother, what do you an by this?
Are you deliberately trying to ruin my business?”
If it hadn’t been for the black market’s clear rule against starting a fight, the middle-aged man would probably have been unable to resist hitting Ye Chenfeng.
Fortunately, there was such a regulation; otherwise, if the middle-aged man had chosen to strike, he would likely have been floored by now, right?
“I’m not interested, it was you who asked if I needed Thousand-Year Ganoderma.
Should I still buy it even after finding out it’s fake?
Do you really think I’m an easy mark?” Ye Chenfeng said disdainfully, curling his lip and walking away from the middle-aged man’s stall.
The middle-aged man’s eyes were dark as he stared at Ye Chenfeng’s retreating figure, muttering to himself, “What an oblivious brat.
Just you wait until you leave the black market, I’ll have my turn to deal with you.”
With that, the middle-aged man took out a cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
To soone like Ye Chenfeng, such minor characters weren’t worth worrying about.
Since he was here, he planned to look through the stalls in the black market one by one, even though he no longer held much hope.
“Sobody help!
Is there a doctor here?
Soone has fainted!”
Not far ahead of Ye Chenfeng, a crowd was gathered, and loud shouts for help occasionally ca from among the people.
Out of curiosity, Ye Chenfeng walked towards the crowd to see what had happened.
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